You almost met your demise for three times today, and each time, Ziven would rescue you from your misfortunes.

In order to keep you safe, he made you his familiar, in which you have taken the traits of a cat, granted with nine lives.

It’s almost comical how often you find yourself in disastrous situations, even the witch himself wondered if you were hexed.

“I did not grant you nine lives just for you to die so easily,” he hisses in disapproval, grabbing you by the waist in urgency.